AH, WILDERNESS !
. MILLER (solemnly). Son," if I didn't know it was you
talking, I'd think we had Emma Goldman with us.
ARTHUR. Never mind, Pa. Wait till we get him
down to Yale. We'll take that out of him !
RICHARD (with high scorn). Oh, Yale ! You think
there's nothing in the world besides Yale. After all,
what is Yale ?
ARTHUR. You'll find out what !
SID (provocatively). Don't let them scare you, Dick.
Give 'em hell !
LILY (shocked}. Sid ! You shouldn't swear be-
RICHARD. What do you think I am, Aunt Lily—&
baby ? I've heard worse than anything Uncle Sid says.
MILDRED. And said worse himself, I bet.
MILLER (with a comic air of resignation]. Well, Richard,
I've always found I've had to listen to at least one stump
speech every Fourth. I only hope getting your extra
strong one right after breakfast will let me off for the
rest of the day. (They all laugh now, faking this as a cue?)
RICHARD (sombrely). That's right, laugh ! After you,
the deluge, you think I But look out ! Supposing it
comes before ? Why shouldn't the workers or the world
unite and rise ? They have nothing to lose but their
chains 1 (He recites threateningly) " The days grow
hot, O Babylon ! 'Tis cool beneath thy willow trees ! "
MILLER. Hmm. That's good. But where's the
connection, exactly ? Something from that book you're
reading ?